On Sunday, I had to go to a lunch with my family and my dad. Because I knew that my parents would be involved with the other people who work with my Padre, I brought along Jane Austen, because I knew we would be there for quite some time - Air Force people have a way of relating to each other, and lets face it, Colombians and my mother like to talk, for a very long time. So, nerdy-like me brought along my school work.
I was sitting there, waiting for my Vegetarian Spaghetti to arrive, while every five minutes looking up from my book to tell my siblings to please not try to knock over every waiter that comes by.
It was around that point when Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley ride up to say hello to the Bennett girls, while they are talking to their new acquaintance, Mr. Whickam. I love the line where Mr. Darcy "corroborated it [the greating] with a bow, and was beginning to determine not to fix his eyes on Enlizabeth..." (Page 55). I giggled to myself, and looked up to see my younger brother looking at me as if I was possesed, and then looked back down to keep reading, an I-have-been-reprimanded look on my face from my seven year old brother, who had been interrupted from his how-fast-can-I-shovel-my-food-into-my-face contest with my youngest brother. Sigh.
But honestly, this little romance that Mr. Darcy finds himself in is so romantic. It reminds me of the song from Elvis Presley (well, I am not positive if he came up with the lyrics, but he sings it) "Wise men say, only fools rush in, but I can't help, falling in love, with you!" This is such a sweet - and funny, interesting, amazing - book. I love it! It has the perfect balance between love, hate, sillyness, rudeness, and real-lifeness.I love that Elizabeth doesn't even notice Mr. Darcy's affections, and is determined to hate him for the rest of her life. Ah, the beauty of literature.
And spaghetti with cheese, tomatoe, olive oil, and some seasoning that is grean. I love El Mar and Pride and Prejudice.
Reading a blog entry by Racher Jovene on Pride and Prejudice is a must. I like how you blend in your family lunch with what you're reading. Austen's novel is definitely relatable to Elvis Presley songs. The king of rock himself reminds me of Darcy. Both are "oh so dreamy!"
ReplyDeleteI think Elizabeth can tell Mr. Darcy has an eye on her. But she's thrown off by his unexpected "gallantry" and doesn't know how to react.
We have before us one of those love relationships which flourish out of hate. These are personally my favorite :)